I was sitting in the corner of the room, facing the window. I didn't want anyone to see the tears rolling down my face, but I couldn't hold them back. I was thinking about all the things we'd been through in the past few years. We lost out parents, lost our only friends, lost out brother, but thankfully he returned. We lost our home, we were abused by Count Olaf, we've had such a rough life these past few years. It's too much for me to bear, I don't know how my brother's cope with the pain. They always manage to stay strong, but me, no. I can't help crying all thetime for how unfortunate our lives are. Quigley walked up to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Is, What's wrong?"

"Oh, It's nothing..."

"It's not nothing Izzy, c'mon, please tell me"

He sat down next to me and out his arm around me. For some reason it made me smile. I felt better now that he was holding me, and I can't explain why. He smiled back at my and wiped a tear off my face.

"Well, I've just been thinking about everything. Mum, dad, the Baudelaires. I can't handle it" I said, while trying not to cry again.

"Aw, Izzy, I know it's hard, but it's something we have to deal with" he rubbed his hand up and down my arm. I put my head down on his chest and he held me close. It was like half my worries were just disappearing when Quigley was there. It felt better than crying from pain, so I enjoyed every minute of his comforting.

"You're so pretty, you know?"

I blushed, smiled and I could feel my heart beating faster.

"Thanks" I smiled up at him, and he smiled down at me. I got lost in his eyes, they were so amazing, I didn't know if I could stop staring until he moved his eyes so he was looking at my body. It was a bit embarrassing but I liked it. I couldn't believe the way my brother was making me feel. I'd never felt that way about anyone before, never mind my brother. He was gorgeous. He had the cutest smile, and the most adorable eyes. He was so kind, honest, and sweet, and he cared so much for me. Oh, how I longed share a long, passionate kiss with him. Urgh, Izzy, Don't think like that, It's disturbing. But I didn't find it disturbing. It's what I wanted, and it stopped me feeling in pain and upset with my life.

He moved his other hand, placed it on my waist and looked me in the eye. Once again, I was lost in his amazing eyes, until I felt his soft lips press against mine. We kissed. It was perfect. I loved every second of it, and there were about 60 seconds of it. It was passionate. It erased all the bad thoughts in my mind. I couldn't believe I was doing it though. It was incest, and it seemed so wrong, but so right at the same time. I loved him. He was all I wanted in life.

"Izzy, I... I love you" he said in a quiet voice, blushing.

"I love you too" I whispered back smiling. I knew that whenever anything made me feel bad, or whenever anyone made me feel bad, I would always have my brother. Quigley was my one and only, and my only way out of the pain and angst of reality. When I was with Quigley, my heart beat faster, and the world slowed down. I was in another world, a happy world.